Do do that Voodoo

Ginga · Post by **Ginga** » Mon Mar 20, 2006 6:34 pm

He was elated, but he had no time to rejoice. He had a feeling at the falls, something sent to him by Ogoun. What did it mean? Lycia was not dead, but she was dead. How to be both, that was the question. And that question needed answering.

He had called the young creole on the comm. She had been asleep, and she was angry. But the words he spoke to her roused her, awoke something deep in her mind, beyond even what the Rikti had touched.

Soon, she stood in the doorway of the chapel, peering in. "Jai? What is it you need, mon ami?"

Jai looked up from the pattern he had traced on the floor in cornmeal. Near him, on the altar, was a wood-and-wire cage, clucking softly from within. A bottle of rum. A knife. A candle. A drum.

"Miss DeVries," Jai said, softly. "I gon' need yuh help."

August DeVries · Post by **August DeVries** » Wed Mar 22, 2006 5:19 am

Her six foot form stands in the doorway of the chapel, framed in darkness.
"Mais bien sur," she replies. "I was going to call to him myself, but two is better than one." Her voice is languid Southern drawl, lilting Cajun French, and husky Spanish seemlessly simmered together.
August Marie-Claire DeVries coalesces out of the shadows as she pads forward, accompanied by a light tinkling noise. She is barefoot, a brass anklet hung with tiny bells sings like rainfall with each step. Her lithe, slender form is clothed in what appears to be a black choir robe, handsewn front and back with wide red ribbon in the form of a cross. His colors, his symbol. She walks to where Jai is crouched on the floor to watch him painstakingly trace patterns in cornmeal, a ve-ve, used to invoke a loa. She then steps to a clear area nearby.
"Call upon whom you wish, Jai, but we must first open the way," she advises gently. She proceeds to trace her own symbol on the floor, an intricate cross embellished with curlicues and vine-like designs. "Mi abuelita would have done this at a crossroads," she mutters absently. She stands and gives a brief nod of satisfaction at her work, and looks out at the night staring through the windows. She walks to the altar and lights the candle. Her violet eyes turn to the mahogany skinned young man.
"Ready?" He heaves a great sigh and nods.
"Oye, Legba! Legba, je vous salue!" The fourteen year old girl's voice rises, gaining strength. "Venite, por favor, soleil reflete! Venite, y oeuvre la puerta pour nous!" Her skin begins to emit a lambent yellow glow as she raises her hands skyward.

Post by **Mimi** » Wed Mar 22, 2006 11:05 am

((Hey hey.

Since it seems like you two are building off of one another, I moved the two posts out of the Interludes Thread and into your own.

If the thread title bothers either of you, just let me know, I certainly don't mean to upset anyone.))

November Bell · Post by **November Bell** » Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:25 pm

((Haha. "Do do that Voodoo". Funneh! *coughs* Don't judge me. D: ))

Ginga · Post by **Ginga** » Wed Mar 22, 2006 1:34 pm

((that you do so well, oh Bell, belle of the ball. no, i don't mind the title. it works.))

Ginga · Post by **Ginga** » Thu Mar 30, 2006 6:43 pm

The ritual was over. Ginga sat, exhausted from the effort, both physical and mental. August sat quietly, though even she was breathing hard.

Ginga picked up what remained of the rum and put it to his lips. He smiled at August and said, "yuh got quite de talent, gyul. Yuh got de makings a da mambo, fuh certain."

August smiled. "I really don't understand it myself. I've never been so open before. I have never felt anything like it before."

Ginga grinned and offered her the bottle. After a moment's hesitation, she took it. "Well, yuh did good. I don' tink I coulda don' it witout yuh. I don' have da talen' fuh wat we did. Nex' ta yuh, I feel like de amateur."

August drank a little and made a face. "I really don't remember rum tasting like this," she said vaguely. She looked again at Jai. "Honestly, Jai. I think it might have something to do with..." she trailed off, but her free hand went to hear bald head and she drew her fingers across her scalp.

Jai nodded, understanding. "So, da real question is, wat yuh tink it mean?"

August frowned. Jai was referring to what they had seen, the visions that the loa had gifted them. August had given it some thought already, but found the process frustrating: interpreting visions was so illogical. Drawing reason from what she'd seen seemed daunting. Another holdover from her time with the Rikti. Sometimes, she even missed the days when she could read meaning from anything, an utter absense of logical thought. She looked down. "I seem to be having... difficulty."

Jai shook his head, smiling. "Don' get like dat, August," he said, taking back the rum. "Yuh cyah help wat dey did to yuh."

August nodded vaguely. "Well, the girl in the dress is obviously Lycia."

"Yeh."

"And Yemanja's involvement traditionally suggests the presence of water."

The carib boy nodded, and drank.

August frowned. "But the serpent's presence is baffling to me. Can it be that Lycia is still alive, somewhere?" She looked hopefully at Jai.

"Neh, I don' tink so." August frowned as the hope vanished.

Ginga thought hard, letting the rum help his attempt to puzzle out the vision. And gradually, it began to dawn on him. He nearly dropped the bottle, and August took it from him. She took another drink. "You've hit on something, mon ami."

Jai nodded. "I tink mebbe dey be more ta dis den anyone care ta admit."